The good: I went for a walk in our new neighborhood for the first time, in the sense that I walked down the street parallel to Corydon (the main drag, rather like that street Gigolo Joe walked out into after seducing Patricia in "A.I.", complete with music) rather than down Corydon itself. First observation: the houses are a bit shabbier, and there are actually kids in the neighborhood (compared to immaculate houses and no kids whatsoever a few blocks down hear our old place), but the cars are just as new and expensive? *scratches head* Go figure...
The bad: George and I worked over 30 hours straight to get some GG out the door, only to find that we won't be paid for it for quite some time. Not sure HOW long the delay will be, but it royally fucks up our finances this month. We are screwed. Really, really, screwed. :-P
Time to find another profession? But since I'm not well enough to work a steady job, what profession would it be? *seriously considers selling body for sex... nah, I'd hate that even worse than freelancing as an artist, lol*
The bad: George and I worked over 30 hours straight to get some GG out the door, only to find that we won't be paid for it for quite some time. Not sure HOW long the delay will be, but it royally fucks up our finances this month. We are screwed. Really, really, screwed. :-P
Time to find another profession? But since I'm not well enough to work a steady job, what profession would it be? *seriously considers selling body for sex... nah, I'd hate that even worse than freelancing as an artist, lol*
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why can't people get that getting paid for the work you do is totally important.
i really hope it is resolved soon *hugs*
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